I don’t know her face or her name, just her type: the fabulous art school chic who crochets her own skirt guards. The token whacky big art in front of the School of Visual and Performing […]

Until such a time as I see a “DRIVERS GET OUT AND PUSH” sign, I will disobey signs that read  “CYCLISTS DISMOUNT”. Those words “cyclists dismount” are as much an affront to my mode of transport […]

For a while in the 60s some carmakers were favouring doors hinged at the rear. Among their reasons for abandoning this door design, was the problem of people being crushed by their own door when they […]

Three weeks of the Tour of France on TV, equals three weeks of advertisements for Skoda brand cars. Can anyone tell me, exactly, how a Skoda car is good for cycling? I mean, it doesn’t even […]

The year is 1946. My grandfather is waiting with 20 or more of his workmates, all riding bikes, to board the ferry, to cross the harbour, to go to work at the steelworks. They are all […]